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Lotto Boyzz, Sneakbo

Baby like the way she peel dis I put her ass on the hitlist And baby can you feel this I wanna get up in your business And ya there's something about this girl She wan take my heart And baby we can get on first class when we fly yard Baby know I got dis and we don't talk There's somethin' about this bum that goes boombayah She said I got her feelin' high like the Everest Keep on talkin' like you crazy ya Now she callin' me the president And you're the baddest I ever seen And yes I'm back like I never left All them other niggas are irrelevant Baby girl you are heaven sent My baby girl you are heaven sent, heaven sent I got my ear tight ask her the question to get the name right It's late night, hands on the waist, secure that slow whine That back fine, we can do rounds call this shit "Fight Night" Fine dine, after the meal she sippin' white win Let us take a picture get the lightin' good Told me your name Robin but tell me why you don't like the hood But now you like the wood So we can get crackin', never lackin' put your back in when the lights are off Look she's blushin' I'm just thinkin' 'bout the touchin' I ain't really tryna cuff it, one night then I'm cuttin' Switch lanes yeah I'm dustin', either money or it's nothing Don't know why these clowns are bluffin' 'cause you not who she lovin' She said she don't like man but she love me Kick it easy like Do-Re-Mi And she bad, she can come by me 'Cause that's how we do it Baby like the way she peel dis I put her ass on the hitlist And baby can you feel this I wanna get up in your business And ya there's something about this girl She wan take my heart And baby we can get on first class when we fly yard Baby know I got dis and we don't talk There's somethin' about this bum that goes boombayah She said I got her feelin' high like the Everest Keep on talkin' like you crazy ya Now she callin' me the president And you're the baddest I ever seen And yes I'm back like I never left All them other niggas are irrelevant Baby girl you are heaven sent My baby girl you are heaven sent, heaven sent She's callin' me papi or the president All them other rapper are irrelevant Her batti feelin' good, feelin' delicate You know I had to thank God 'cause she's heaven sent Baby I been on the low, I been really ghost I been gettin' dough I'm back now, get ready when I ring your phone Pull up to your crib, beep beep, come we go Vapiano, then I take you out to my show How you feel 'bout that? I love her body and damn she got tatts Bust type, she's nice and got racks I smile, she smile back She whine upon me, that whine there too mad Come here gyal, I know you know I'm here to stay I dun told you before I stopped playin' the games I love you like cooked food, are you feelin' the same? She said, "Sneaky, I like you from back in the day" Baby like the way she peel dis I put her ass on the hitlist And baby can you feel this I wanna get up in your business And ya there's something about this girl She wan take my heart And baby we can get on first class when we fly yard Baby know I got dis and we don't talk There's somethin' about this bum that goes boombayah She said I got her feelin' high like the Everest Keep on talkin' like you crazy ya Now she callin' me the president And you're the baddest I ever seen And yes I'm back like I never left All them other niggas are irrelevant Baby girl you are heaven sent My baby girl you are heaven sent, heaven sent

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